#4x drabble

[gravitywonagain]

400 words on a’yuan’s first time cursing in front of his dad

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Lan Yuan freezes. He feels the hair on his arms prickle, rising on end. He’s standing on one foot, holding the smallest toe of his other tightly in his fist. It hurts. Even with his whole body frozen stiff, it hurts. A sharp throb that had ricocheted up to his knee and back down to his toenail, but had somehow come out through his mouth.

He turns slowly, his own words ringing loudly in his ears.

Hanguang Jun looks similarly frozen in place. Shocked still like the rabbits in the meadow when Jingyi forgets not to shout.

“Where did you learn that phrase, A’Yuan?” he asks, voice low and gentle.

Lan Yuan looks down at the leg of the table. It appears entirely unconcerned with the drama it has caused. Not even a scuff mark for his trouble.

He looks back up to the man he privately considers to be his father. The man who has been with him for the past four years. The man he’d do anything not to disappoint.

Hanguang Jun doesn’t look mad, though Lan Yuan gets the feeling that anger might just slide off his face, unable to stick, like ink on waxed paper.

“I don’t know,” Lan Yuan answers honestly. In his mind the cadence is rough like untilled soil and the words are the color of fresh cinnabar. But he doesn’t know why. There isn’t a memory to call up so much as an emotion, an instinctual vocal response to pain. “I think I heard it somewhere.”

It’s unlikely he heard the phrase in the Cloud Recesses. Profanity is forbidden. But it doesn’t sound like it would fit into the tongue-tripping Gusu dialect he hears on their day trips down to the Caiyi markets either.

Hanguang Jun still hasn’t moved. His posture is rigid and strange. His eyes are aimed toward Lan Yuan, but they’re not looking at him. Not seeing him. Hazy and far away and��� wet?

A small smile lifts the corner of Hanguang Jun’s mouth. He hums.

Then his eyes seem to focus back on Lan Yuan. He says, soft but stern, “Profanity is forbidden. You will copy Conduct.”

Lan Yuan drops his foot to the floor, the pain already forgotten, and bows his apology.

When he rises, the smile is still there.

Then Hanguang Jun adds, “On your hands,” and Lan Yuan fights not to say the phrase again.

[domoz]

A drabble trade with @doveywovy, with prompts "marriage hunt" and "cultural differences"

The brilliant orange of sunset feels like it takes an eternity to fade into dusk.

The strings of lanterns around the edges of the clearing make tonight's gathering of anxious young hopefuls look more like a festival than it has any right to. If it were only Uchiha out here, it practically would be -- there would be talking and dancing and everyone would be sizing up the others out to hunt tonight. But there’s a group of Senju huddled together on the far side of the clearing across from them, and so the atmosphere is decidedly flat. Both sides keep well apart from each other, separated only by the tiny group of participants from other clans.

"Yeah, there's no way someone's not ending up dead tonight." Izuna informs his brother. Madara groans.

"Repeating how bad of an idea you think this is isn't going to stop it at this point." Madara sighs. "Haven't you already made sure a thousand times that no one out tonight is planning on doing anything stupid?"

Izuna has had this argument with him constantly over the past few months, and he's still loath to admit that his brother has a point. Putting a pause to marriage hunts had been sensible when the village had been founded. Nearly two years in, though, and it's starting to seem like they don't have faith in their own creation to survive the pressures of a time-honored tradition.

So even though this is going to end in disaster, the best thing to do to ensure Konoha's long term survival -- and Izuna finds, these days, that he's begrudgingly in support of that outcome -- is to hold a hunt anyways, and just deal with whatever happens.

That doesn't mean he can't say I-told-you-so afterwards, though.

"Our people, yes, but I can't account for the rest of them. I mean, the Senju all came out without shoes, so it's not like my expectations are very high."

"If I've kept my mouth shut about whatever has your clan lighting fires and singing all hours of the night leading up to this, you can bite your tongue on our shoes." Tobirama’s deep voice cuts in, the man butting into their conversation by appearing from the treeline on the Senju side, where he's surely been working his perfectionist little fingers to the bone over something that's going to be a mess anyways.

Izuna turns to him with a retort like usual, but he finds himself staring open-mouthed instead. He's known roughly where Tobirama has been all day, but he hasn't had eyes on him until right this moment. He's not wearing one of the four outfits Izuna has ever seen him in. No armor, no shinobi blacks or training clothes or that mess of dye the Senju call formal clothes. He's in a wave patterned haori, a pair of hakama that's secured at the ankles, and -- and no shoes.

"What the hell?" Madara sputters out a response before Izuna can -- he's too distracted by the string of bells Tobirama has wrapped around one wrist like the rest of the Senju participants, chest squeezing tight with too many reactions to name. "What are you dressed like that for? You're joining?"

"I don't see why I wouldn't." Tobirama says in that tone he usually takes with Madara that makes it sound like the person he's talking to is very stupid, "I'm eligible, and there are several politically advantageous targets. If I participate I can also keep an eye on anyone who might be planning on causing trouble. It's good optics."

"Good optics?" Izuna says, a little too shrill, "You're the clan heir! Don't you have something arranged already?"

He'd always assumed so -- Izuna himself hasn't exactly been betrothed since before he was born, but the list of acceptable candidates for him to marry has never been very long.

He really shouldn't be surprised when Tobirama shakes his head; he's always known that the Senju don't care about bloodlines. They probably hadn't even had to read through the genealogies of all of their participating clan members beforehand.

"Wh-- you're not seriously joining a hunt for political convenience?" Madara cuts in before Tobirama can say something snarky. "That's cold, even for you, Senju."

Tobraima rolls his eyes, "It’s not like I’m aiming  to get married to someone who hates me. If it comes down to that, I won't hunt anyone at all."

The two of them devolve into bickering, but Izuna is hardly listening. Tobirama is either going to walk out of the woods married, or never allowed to marry at all. The stupid bastard probably even thinks he would prefer that.

…It’s not like Izuna can join and do anything about it -- but that's not true, he only shouldn't. Certainly no one would be able to raise any complaint about the two of them being too closely related and, well -- it's a hunt;  if it succeeds there's not really any challenging it anyways.

Tobirama makes a noise of disgust at whatever it is Madara just said and excuses himself with, "I have more important things to worry about tonight than your empty head."

Luckily, Madara is distracted by chasing after him to try and get the last word in, so he doesn't notice as Izuna slinks away to go mingle with the hunters on the Uchiha side of the clearing. Surely, someone has some spare red rope lying around? It’s not as though he’s about to let Tobirama be inflicted on anyone else.

[vanillasyrupsblog]

♡ JUNE GOALS ♡

My goals for June split into five categories: physical health, physical image, hobbies and intelligence and mental health. Whilst I've slightly given up on the 6 Month Project, and just slightly on the 5 weeks project, I've decided to take it month by month. If June turns out to be some sort of success, I'll return to the 6 Month Project. But I'll be updating this?/writing a conclusion on what I achieved and what I still have to work on by the end of June.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PHYSICAL HEALTH

Diet -> drink only water and tea (no caffeine, alcohol or fizzy drink), eat 3 meals a day and a snack including fruits, eat in a more anti-acne designated diet.

Exercise -> either stretch or home workout everyday, go on a 30 minute walk 4x a week

Sleep -> go to bed at 10-10:30pm every night, aim for 8-9 hours every night

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MENTAL HEALTH

Phone -> on greyscale, no reels, an average of 3 hours everyday

Routine -> follow the same morning and night routine everyday

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥˚ HOBBIES

Art -> practice two portraits everyday and two objects, start experimenting with pencils and watercolour

Reading -> make sure to read before bed for 30 minutes, read 20 minutes random non fiction and START READING HISTORY

Writing -> make a plan for writing, write up 5 chapters + 5 other drabbles/oneshots

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ INTELLIGENCE

History -> finish Russia first year and second year content, and read Orlando Figes

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PHYSICAL IMAGE

Hair -> get a trim to cut off split ends, find a heatless curling method and a cheap shampoo/conditioner that actually works

Skin -> find a cleanser that doesn't break me out, find a spot treatment not in the shape of a cleanser

Body -> find a replacement to a loofah, add glycolic acid to the routine and make sure to follow routine everyday

Other -> find an effective nailcare routine + settle for press ons or nail polish, find something effective for eyebrows and eyelashes, start figuring out makeup, switch out jewelry

[elluqien710]

my questionable writing speed

For some context, I have considered writing as a passion of mine about 3 years now, depending on when you count. I used to write all the time, but then I got the biggest writing block of my life and stopped for a year.

Then, about a few months ago, I started writing again...so, as in "I stopped writing for a year" I mean, "I stopped actually writing for a year."

....so during my huge writing block, I was watching a lot of youtube videos about creative writing instead of, like, actually writing. Anything.

So it's been a year. I finally started writing again.

I pick up my previously-abandoned WIP---a fantasy/adventure novel that, once finishing the improvised and i-just-went-with-it-with-no-plan-whatsoever-and-thus-has-too-many-plot-holes-to-count rough draft, I had given up on.

But no longer! I had learned a lot about creative writing, and have surely matured as a writer! I read through the plot and the 110,000 word manuscript.

....and it was just as, if not even more, trashy than I had remembered.

After trying to simply adjust the plot, I realized it was beyond repair, so decided to rewrite the whole plot from scratch.

So, here I am. After [insert an embarrassing, considerably longer amount of time than planned] outlining, I started writing the first few chapters.

...and I realized it took me five hours to write a single chapter.

Now, I have no idea how long people usually take to write a chapter, but I was very sure that I used to be able to write 3 chapters in one sitting. Three. In like one sitting.

And so I'm staring at my manuscript, and questioning myself, like, "what the heck happened in the time span I stopped writing?"

I plopped into the middle of the May 2025 drabble challenge by @thedrabblecollective a few days ago, and I worked on one of the prompts.

I was doing 2 drabbles per prompt, so, pfft, it'll be quick warm up, right? A simple and fun challenge that'll take a quick amount of time.

Right?

Right?

Wrong.

Ok, so I finish the drabbles, I look up at the clock, and it's already midnight. Which meant that I spent an HOUR writing 200 words.

This was even slower than my already slow average. As mentioned before, I usually take five hours to write one chapter, which is typically 4,000 words for me. So that's 800 words per hour.

I mean, the 100 word limit, no more, no less, for each drabble was being a challenge for me, but still. I was writing 4x slower than usual.

sorry, I went on a bit of a ramble, but.

WHAT IS UP WITH MY WRITING SPEED I AM AS SLOW AS A LITERAL SNAIL. HELP

[lieslab]

hey so i’ve also been obsessively reading through your masterlist and let me tell you, big fan of your work. i stumbled across your account while looking for comfort fics because i’ve have a rough couple of weeks. actually this entire year has been rough and i guess i hit my breaking point last week.

*you can ignore this or delete this if it’s too much*

most of my irl friends who I’ve known for a little over a decade (and one i’ve know for two; kindergarten best friend) all forgot my birthday last month. so did my dad but he abandoned me for the second time back in high school and just stopped calling me on my birthday 2 years ago now, but he immediately got the date wrong the first birthday i had after my parents’ divorced so its on brand really. i’m also very overweight and have been struggling with a minor ed for years. i wear loose clothing at work to kinda hide and i was out of my bigger shirts so i just wore something closer to my actual size and one of my coworkers stopped me and told me how good i looked because of all the weight i lost. i haven’t been eating much over the past year, not because of my ed but because of some other health issues, which means i dropped 2 sizes. i told her it’s because i’m not eating much because of my stomach (since she asked how i’m losing weight) and she said that i should keep doing it (eat less) because i look so much better. but the straw that broke the camel’s back was on monday i was helping a customer who i though was a really nice lady suddenly looked me up and down and goes “well you should know, where can i get a 4x shirt?” and unfortunately that caused me to relapse more ways than one (ed and sh). i’m seeing skz next week and i started off the month so excited for that and now i don’t even want to go anymore.

your fics did provide some comfort though and i just wanted to say thank you for that.

p.s. if you want to use any of this to write something, feel free. i’m also a writer on here so i get it when inspiration strikes.

First of all, thank you 🫶 I'm glad it found you!! I always hope my stuff finds the right people at the right time. Hearing that it found someone who has had a rough time, it warms my heart.

Oh no. That's a horrible and terrible feeling. I believe it was my sixteenth birthday, my entire family forgot about it. That stomach churning and lonely feeling sticks with you for so long. I don't know what it is about some fathers and children's birthdays. It sucks when they screw it up and get the day wrong. I can't put into words how miserable it feels.

You've really had blow after blow to your kneecaps, haven't you? I wish more people would learn to shut the fuck up and stop saying things sometimes, you know? The world is a lot better when some people stop giving their opinions over every little thing.

Eating disorders, no matter what kind they are, they're horrible and terrible things. I don't really talk about my own struggles with that, but you're not alone in that fight. Especially when it goes on for so long, it's always tough to break that cycle. Health issues make it all so much worse.

Nobody should ever tell anybody to eat less, especially because eating disorders are so prominent in society. When you start to eat less, it can be so easy to spiral out of control and it's a whole entire horrible thing that I'm sure you're aware of. It sucks that your co-worker said that.

(If you want me to turn any part of this into a specific drabble, just come back and let me know)

That customer sounds like a total shithead and I hope karma bites both of them right in both ass cheeks. The way I've grown up, I've learned to never insult someone's appearance because it's such a low blow and it's so easy to ruin someone's self-esteem. It's a horrible thing to do. Commenting on someone's body is one of the lowest and grossest things you can do as a person. It can lead to things like you've stated, relapsing and that's so 😔

(People are so rude and don't think about their words and as a sensitive person, it makes me want to burst into tears)

I really and truly hope you do go to the concert. Partly because I'm sure it's already paid for and because you deserve to have fun. Go have fun!! Wear whatever makes you happy and sing at the top of your lungs!! I know you might feel horrible and worthless, but I think you really need a break from that.

Go and interact with other people in the line. Some people in life are awful and they'll say terrible things. I've been to a few concerts and everyone I've interacted with in the lines, they're so nice and just so excited. Let that excitement grow and feed you. Please go.

I say it as someone who would absolutely love to go to a Stray Kids concert. Go and have fun. It might feel awkward and you might feel horrible at first, but once they come on stage and the screams start, when the crowd comes alive, you're a part of something SO special. Those memories are irreplaceable.

Go have fun!! Make sure you're staying hydrated since everything is outside, but I mean it. Sing the songs. Jump up and down if you feel the need to. Those concerts are meant to cheer people up.

BE THE FIRST PERSON TO START BARKING IN THE STANDS AND THIS IS AMERICA BABY. ONCE YOU START BARKING AT THOSE K-POP CONCERTS, THE CROWDS ALL START BARKING. THE AMERICAN DREAM IS TO BARK AT IDOLS RAHHH 🗽🦅🤠🏈🫡

(Sorry my patriotism jumped out a little there because I got too excited)

Life can be full of a lot of shitty people and shitty things, but you should still strive to do what makes you happy. Go and get out of your head for a few hours. Get out of your house and go. I promise, it'll absolutely be worth it. You're going to do great things and who knows, maybe you'll make more Stay friends.

I will literally get on my knees and beg you. Please go. Please take photos. Stray Kids don't tour in America all the time. I promise, once those songs start and the adrenaline kicks in, you will not regret it. You will be so glad you went.

I'll hypnotize you. Oooh you wanna go see Stray Kids sooo bad. You wanna see Minho terrorize everyone 🕛 You wanna see Hyunjin get cuteness aggression from seeing Jeongin 🕧 You wanna see Felix get really excited and start screaming into the microphone 🕚

You wanna see it all. Seungmin pointing and bullying Chan. Changbin throwing hearts and showing off his muscles. Maybe Han will stay upright and not accidentally slip, who knows.

You wanna sing along to each and every song 🕤 You want to go because what if they sing a new song and tease something new? 😩 WHAT IF THEY SHOW UP WITH THEIR SKZOOS?!?!? (that's my dream)

GO!! YOU GOTTA GO!! GO AND THEN COME BACK AND TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT!! EVERY JUICY LITTLE DETAIL!! I WANT TO KNOW IT ALL!!

Please go and have fun. No matter what you look like, no matter your struggles, you deserve to have some joy in your life. Everyone does. I truly and deeply hope you consider going. People don't think before they speak, but you shouldn't let that ruin your fun. Words hurt, but regret lasts an awfully long time.

Go get your y/n moment and have the time of your life. Put your real life on pause and allow yourself to feel a part of something amazing in that moment.

I'll be here and if you decide to go, I'll be excitedly waiting for an update from you!! <3

[samanthahirr]

Mystery May

I'm puzzling out the next round of clues in @mi6-cafe's mystery of the missing Aston Martin challenge! This 4x drabble tackles four clues in one go.

CLUES #3, #4, #5, #6

The quartermaster raised concerns about a case of champagne inexplicably delivered to his branch. An investigation quickly determined that a case had gone missing from the executive canteen, and soon pinpointed an unsigned delivery order sending it to Q Branch for reasons unknown. While the deliveryman has been cleared of wrongdoing, questions remain. Who is behind the fraudulent delivery order? And is it related to the missing Aston Martin?

DRABBLE x4

Q drops the security cable in frustration. Cleanly severed by a razor-sharp blade, not one of the tools common to the mechanics garage. No blade, no fingerprints, no footprints, the CCTV cameras conveniently down while the system reset…no evidence left behind but a cut cable that previously secured the Aston Martin in her bay, and a cheeky toy miniature of the car in its place. Far too tidy by half. His stomach sinks as he's unable to rule out his own staff playing some role in this theft. Troubled, he returns to the main lab and is greeted by the inapposite sound of a cork popping. What appears to be the entire day shift is gathered in the room, pouring bottles of bubbly into paper cups and toasting like it's bloody New Year's Eve. "What the hell's going on here?" Q demands. Some of the frivolity in the room abates, but not all. R steps forward, full cup in hand, and says with pink cheeks, "These just got dropped off, Sir," gesturing to a metal tub of champagne bottles on ice. "Where'd they come from? Who sent them?" She shrugs. "There wasn't a note. I assumed they were to celebrate meeting our productivity goals for the second quarter in a row." At Q's unimpressed stare, she adds, "You did say last week you planned to arrange a team celebration." Blast, he'd completely forgotten that promise. "So I did. In that case, as you were." He grabs an empty bottle on his way to his office, where he shuts the door for privacy. The uncorked bottle from his mini-fridge joins the empty on his desk, a certain double-0's 'gift' after the last Aston Martin disappeared. If James Bond weren't currently tied up in Shanghai, Q would have called him the likeliest suspect for both the theft and the unexplained champagne shipment. Suddenly paranoid, Q wakes his laptop to verify the real-time SmartBlood data on 007.  Minhang, thank god. But that still leaves one hell of a coincidence in front of him. Q glares at the matching labels on the bottles before putting the sealed bottle away and the empty in the bin. He moves to stand at the one-way glass looking onto the main floor and wonders who among his staff is the intended recipient of this latest 'thank you' gift. And why there's enough to share with the whole shift….

[officialratprince]

hi :) do you have any suggestions for younger writers? any detrimental mistakes we should strive to circumvent? (younger meaning teens, i guess?) your writing is so, so beautiful and i crave advice!!!

OMG i forgot about this ask for a literal month i'm so sorry 😭 here is what i can think of off the top of my head <3

keep reading others' works and branch out in authors/genres/forms as much as you can. if you just keep going on your own words you'll start to feel like you're just saying the same thing over and over in slightly different ways

write about what you care about! writing for fun is not a school assignment. i usually churn out 3-4x the amount of what actually gets posted because that's how i process my thoughts. everyone's process is different but imo it's better to write a bunch of bullshit rather than holding yourself back because you're scared it'll be bad

part two of the above point: don't get sucked into writing things just because they're what will get you attention. i'm a hypocrite for this because i've done this but i'm recovering from that mindset lol. i think art is better the more of a niche freak you are and i mean that genuinely

part three to this chain--write original works even if they're only drabbles. it's a different skillset from writing fic and even though it's harder and won't get you as much direct instant gratification it's also much more personally rewarding

most importantly just keep writing!! i write so much shit that's just for practice & for fun and isn't for others. i could get into specific grammar/plot pitfalls i see a lot but i feel like the main mistake i made as a younger writer was intimidating myself out of having fun with writing.

[toxicanonymity]

When will you update the new chapter for Left in Lincoln? I love it so much!!!

[ref: Left in Lincoln (dark!dbf x virgin) ] Thank you so much! It's not ready yet and I can't answer that, unfortunately. This is of course my own doing by having a cuckfest for nearly two weeks and planning to finish the chapter this weekend which did not go as planned IRL-wise. I love you so much and thank you for reading this series! I always want to give it my best self so I don't write it haphazardly here and there like I do everything else (except planned series) and have to be in a certain headspace.

Cucking Digest

May 2 - 14

Everything I've cucked Lincoln with since the last chapter. I used to cuck Silence has never been bought, too. That's how Night Walks was born to begin with.

The Regulars

Stepdad!Joel 4x: All Recipes / Halloween drabble / Hypothetically baiting him / Hypothetically he fucks your mom

Night Walks!Joel in two different decades: (2018) Night Drives (sketch uber driver) / Night Walks 6: Morning After

Trouble!Joel who came out of cryo just to cuck Lincoln: Halloween one-shot drabble

Free Use!Joel: Bail run (asleep) - consensual somnophilia

Thighs Out!Joel: at the beach (300) - exhibitionism

Raider!Joel: Hypothetical about mounting him when you're both captive but only he's in restraints (800) Closure to old ones

Patrol: Follow-up with virginity loss.

Peeping tom!Joel: Follow-up where he fucks the reader next door

The breeding couple I claimed I wasn't going to write again but now they're pregnant (Mother's day special). One-offs or new ones

Lazaretto: You and Joel are in quarantine and the anti-fungal fog has a side effect of making him need to fuck you. (noncon via sex pollen)

Masseur!Joel: Joel is trying to act professional. Reader pressures him and things heat up, then she walks in on him jacking off right after their visit.

Vax Breeder!Joel: You're voluntarily inseminated for cordyceps vaccine research, the old fashioned way by Joel, to your delight.

slasher!Joel: You narrowly avoid being serial killed and fuck for your life, although you were already DTF before you realized he was bad.

How did I write so much in two weeks? Well, it looks like even more than it is because some of these were already WIPs and some are just drabbles, but still, answer Here.

Anyway, I'm the worst, but I love you and appreciate your patience!

[jayeeintheclouds-inactive]

hehehehehehehehehe no further explanation *goes back to sleep and dreams of kazuha right after*

Notes: gn reader, kazuha x reader fluff drabble, tw cursing, tw math 😡, modern au, jayee stop typing modern as morden challenge, unedited because i'm sleepy

You stare at the paper, and it stares back at you. Jesus, who was the smart alec that decided to introduce algebra into the universe?

The more you stared at the paper, the more the numbers danced around in your brain - not helping, you hissed to yourself, grateful no one else was in your study room, for they would be able to see (what you thought was) your ugly, angry face.

It's not even like we need to find out what the cost of 2x^2 - 4x + 7 apples is in real life, what the fuck.

"Fuck it," You finally grumble after fruitless attempts at solving the algebra question. Making sure to be as quiet as possible when standing up from the office chair, you switch off the light and tread softly back to your bedroom, in fear of accidentally waking him up.

When you enter your bedroom, Kazuha isn't asleep. His back is rested against the bed frame, droopy eyes lazily reading the book in front of him. His hair is no longer in the confines of that stupid, itchy rubber band; a rare sight, but one you treasure nonetheless. No one would pass up the opportunity to run your fingers through his beautiful hair, especially not when you have the front row seat of doing so.

"Kazuha," You call out sleepily, and he raises his head for a second to glance at you.

He watches as you flop your bum onto the space next to him, fumbling with the blanket. "Are you done with your math assignment, dove?"

"No," You mumble, nearly incoherent, but he hears it anyway. "Still 'bout 2 to 3 questions left, all algebra, but I'm not in the mood to look at them now."

"Besides, I'm tired and I want to spend time with my boyfriend."

Kazuha's face erupts into a pretty shade of pink almost instantly, and he looks away, clearing his throat. He doesn't get the chance to compose himself fully though, because you've already slapped the book out of his hands and pulled him down to join you.

It took a bit of struggle, but eventually you managed to get him to face you, the both of you lying down. Slumber starts to overtake you, and in your drowsy state, you wrap your arms around his torso and press your nose into his chest. His heart is beating louder than usual, you note.

Right before you lose all consciousness, you hear him chuckle - another rare and beautiful sight of him. "Good night, my dove."

"...Can you help me with the questions tomorrow?"

"Of course, my dove."

[tumbledfreckles]

Hiding

A Jilytober Drabble Collection

Moodboard prompt from @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world​ who fuels me every Jilytober. Love you Magic. I convinced @matrixaffiliate​ we should do proper drabbles, because I’ve never tried, and when she smashed hers out I realised I better do mine! I added the extra challenge of telling a full story in 4x 100 word parts, because, well, why not?

Part One: Autumn Angst

“Alright, Evans?” His voice was gruff, none of its usual charm and confidence.  “Dandy. He huffed. “You’ll have to go into hiding.” “I know.” “No contact.” “I know.” “With anyone.” “Potter, I know.” Frustration, with undertones of resignation, laced every syllable.  “How can you be so calm?” “It’s not like I have a choice.” She still didn’t twist, didn’t turn to look at him. “What would you have had me do?” “Run.” “You know I’d never.”  “I know.” She felt his hand, hovering over her shoulder, not quite touching. “I’ll miss -” he choked. “Just take care of yourself, please.” “Always.”

[gravitywonagain]

another 400 word “drabble” on new information

.👀.

He knew. He’d known. He’s very good at his job -- gathering gossip and keeping the Jianghu rumor mills grinding and in check. Moreover, he’s not blind, and Da-ge has all the subtlety of a bear yaoguai crashing through an autumn-dry forest. So of course Nie Huaisang had been aware, in the abstract way of gleaned knowledge, that Da-ge and Lan Xichen were more than “close friends,” “strengthening sect ties” with frequent visits and joint nighthunts.

But, while Nie Huaisang would call himself a connoisseur of erotic works, written and illustrated, he had never -- never -- wanted to see his own brother sweaty and flushed and pounding away into their “closest ally.”

Nie Huaisang slams the door shut, more grateful than he’s ever been for anything in his life when the silencing talisman reactivates, cutting off Lan Xichen’s voice mid throaty moan. He whips his fan out from his belt, waving it furiously, attempting to redirect his mind elsewhere.

He’d had a question when he sought out his brother, he’s sure of it. Something important.

He turns on his heel only to find Lan Wangji standing there, still as a stone carving.

The younger Jade’s face is as unreadable as ever. No creases or tightness to be found. His gold eyes continue staring impassively into the middle distance like nothing in this world could possibly interest him. Like he hasn’t just witnessed his brother being absolutely railed by the heir to the Nie Sect.

For a moment Nie Huaisang considers the possibility that he hasn’t. That the door had shut quickly enough to spare him, or even that he simply doesn’t understand what it is he might have seen.

But there, just there, at the tips of Lan Wangji’s ears, Nie Huasiang spots a touch of color. A camellia petal pink that deepens with every passing second until it is as red as a fairy crane’s crown. Nie Huaisang watches the blush seep down the curve of his ears to the bottoms of his lobes.

He hides a grin behind the leaves of his fan -- though Lan Wangji’s eyes are still distant and unfocused, and Nie Huaisang is starting to think that might be entirely on purpose.

Nie Huaisang lets his eyes flick between the jade-carved features of Lan Wangji’s face and the now virulent color painting his ears -- only his ears -- and thinks, perhaps, he’s learned something new today after all.

[mythosaur34667]

State of the Dinfeld WIPs

Taking a break from fic writing to write about how it's going! I managed to post 2 things this month; maaaaybe I'll manage to squeeze in a third thing before the end of the year.

Coming Soon (with current word counts) Must Love Massiffs (7.8k) -- I had really hoped this one would be done before BoBF aired, but alas, it is not to be. I love how it's turning out though and I don't want to rush it. And I have a sneaking suspicion that it's gonna grow by a few k before it's done.

Mando-ger Chapter 3 (7k) -- Hopefully coming in January! I am so excited to post this one! The amount of Dinfeld goes up a lot starting with this chapter. ^_^ You Get A Better View Chapter 1 (4k) -- My Dinfeld longfic, the first Dinfeld fic I started writing a little over a year ago! I've written over 50k for it in total. I'm working on editing the first arc of 5 chapters so I can finally start posting them. Originally I wanted to write the whole fic before posting it, but...I changed my mind! XD Color Your Eyes With What's Not There (3k) -- aka Angst Drabble, lol! Definitely not a drabble anymore, and this one is gonna get longer too.

What's The Harm? (1.5k) -- New WIP that sprang up over the past week, aka "the smut that turned into snuggles only." Not sure what the finished length will be.

Coming eventually (titles not final)

Burnin Konn AU (The Believers) (5k) -- This one mostly needs polishing, but I know it's going to get longer in the process. Two Men & A Baby Yoda (14k) -- aka Zoo's plotbunny. Another story where I dearly love how it's turning out and I can't rush it. It will ultimately be split into three chapters. King Migs (1k) -- This is a new-ish one where Migs, as one of the only survivors of Burnin Konn, ends up becoming the planet's de facto leader, and enters into diplomatic relations with the new Mand'alor Din Djarin. ^_~ 4x other installments of When You Get Caught Between the Moons and Galactic City series -- I don't have titles for all the parts yet, but Part 2 is "This Is More Fun Than I Signed Up For." Prison Ship smut (1k) -- Just what it sounds like! Asks are welcome if anyone wants snippets!! ^_^

[brainshock-alpha]

Words: 1000 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pokemon Masters EX (Video Game), Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions, Pocket Monsters: Sword & Shield | Pokemon Sword & Shield Versions Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kudari | Emmet/Nezu | Piers Characters: Nezu | Piers (Pokemon), Kudari | Emmet Additional Tags: Fluff, Crushes, Pre-Relationship, Autistic Kudari | Emmet, Swearing, 4x 2.5-drabble, (i guess??? lol), inc*st shippers dni Series: Part 2 of And The Morning, In His Smile Summary: It'd be funny if it weren't so maddening. Piers had come to Pasio looking for nothing more than battles and inspiration, and all it took to throw him completely, utterly off-track was a stupid butler at a stupid tea party. (And he's not even a real butler!)

[personasintro]

DAILY REMINDER:

‼️MUTUAL HELP IS JUST A FANFIC‼️

I don't think its supposed to be a important part of your life that you get stressed when story is not going the way you want, or it's not been updated for a while..

And why are u guys acting like Mimi has not updated for an eternity, where it's not the first time Mimi has not updated for a month.

Also mutual help isn't the book Mimi has. The period between last mh update and today, she literally gave us 3 chps of Monachopsis (including intro), a yoongi drabble, she's been interacting with us on tumblr, did the ask my muse thing as well and managed her life outside. To me, she's been doing alot of work and it justifys why mutual help isn't updated yet, coz she's been doing all of this and also was working on mutual help.

Well it was supposed to be uploaded by now, untill some of you guy's crusty asses decided to ruin it. ~_~. thanks.

Well sorry Mimi for whatever is happening rn, let's just stay positive!

Again. ‼️MUTUAL HELP IS JUST A FANFIC‼️

I'm happy to see readers getting excited for this story, but it's more how I'm being treated than anything else and what I've been feeling recently.

I think posting stories 4x in a month is a hella good work! People tend to forget mh is not the only story I'm working on.

[notalittlebutalottie]

*evil cackling continues from the post* wolves-in-a-pack!klaroline -- klaus finds out they're mates first as he's in line to become alpha and is more powerful while one of caroline's parents is human SO LIKE A LITTLE BIT OF ANGST WHILE HE WAITS FOR HER IDK IDK

(2) BABAAAAA SORRY I WAS PROBABLY JUST A MESS WHEN I SENT IT AT THE POSSIBILITY OF YOU WRITING IT I WAS LIKE MUST! BE! QUICK! basically, just werewolves!klaroline as mates with klaus figuring out they’re mates first and PINING HARD while caroline is all like *scoffs* *rolls eyes* *secretely charmed* BUT only if you are still feeling like doing drabbles REST must be your priority (& then psychedelic kicks 👀) 🐣💛

Hey Giulia, enjoy this. I am drunk writing this so...please forgive any mistakes. Caroline’s a vampire idk if that’s what you wanted 😭 Where is this in canon? Any time after 4x...whatever episode it is that he bites her.

♡ KLAROLINE DRABBLE #39: And I Would Wait ♡

Klaus had never been one for the whole ‘mates’ deal. After awakening his werewolf side, Elijah had brought up the possibility, but he brushed it off. If there was one thing he didn’t do, it was love.

But then she said it.

I know you’re in love with me.

He had tried so hard to forget those words, so hard to contain that aching feeling as her life fell into his hands. And in a matter of moments, he knew what the term ‘mate’ meant.

Every time she laughed, he longed to be laughing with her. Every time she reacted coldly, he longed to tear out the throat of whoever had wronged her. She could twitch her brow in confusion and he would pose the question for her.

It was like an effortless psychic connection.

At first, he pondered whether it could be used to his advantage. After all, he knew exactly what she was feeling when she was feeling it. He could tap into her energy and follow accordingly.

But there was a downside.

He could feel her utter apprehension when he threw a coquettish glance her way. Yes, there was arousal when he challenged her, but there was also a wave of unending guilt.

It was torture.

When he wandered into the drawing room of the Salvatore boarding house, they were all waiting with an array of emotions, but he could only focus on hers.

“Caroline,” he greeted with his best smile, sure his dimples would be offering themselves to her. He needn’t any ‘connection’ to tell him that.

She simply rolled her eyes and focused on Damon, who had taken the floor.

But he felt it.

That flickering excitement and her baited breath.

She wasn’t ready.

But he would wait.

He would wait an eternity.

For her.

[seraphdreams]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡’𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.

#seraph.replies! - when replying to anyone’s asks

#seraph.announces! - when posting a random thought or question

#seraph.reblogs! - when reblogging my own fics (mostly

#seraph.recs! - when reblogging fics/drabbles/headcannons other than my own

#seraph._____! (#seraph.jean! for example) when talking to a character anon, so it’s easier for them to find their tag

#seraph._____! (#seraph.snkfade! for example) when talking to a person who is off anon but we aren’t mutuals

#_____.dreams! - for mutuals, i usually use their name

#seraph—☁️! - used for thirsts

#seraph—❤️‍🩹! - used for fluffy/angsty thoughts

#*character’s name 4x* - for posts that remind me of them